It's consuming her,
Eating her alive.
From the inside out
It's devouring
Her very essence.
Ripping apart every aspect of her,
Leaving nothing a corpse.

A living breathing corpse,
That's all she is.
Just a shell of nothing,
No emotions, no anything
Everything was taken,
Taken away and destroyed.

Her family, friends
They all left,
Left her alone.
Alone it was easier for it to take her.
Easier to drag her down
To defeat her
To tear her apart
Piece by piece.

They don't realize they could have helped,
Helped her fight back
Helped her crawl out of the hole it dug
Helped her win the battle
Helped her get better
Helped save her
They could have saved me,
But they didn't.

I have an exhaustion,
Buried deep under my skin,
And as hard as I try,
I can't seem to rid myself of it.
I oversleep and under-sleep,
I overeat and I under-eat.
I try just short of everything,
To find any ounce of energy,
I lost so long ago.
But I should have known better,
This was not just exhaustion.
No amount of sleep could cure
what I am plagued with.
An exhaustion not from lack of energy,
but from a lack of euphoria.